So, do you write in a specific place? Time of day?

I
love sinking in my sofa, writing my stories and watching the stars.

Are there any words you'd like to impart to fellow writers? Any advice?

Never
give up. Miracles do happen and bear in mind that you will get what you
deserve!

Thank
you so much for stopping by to visit us today here at Writing in the
Modern Age. It was such a pleasure having you! :)

Readers, here is the blurb forOn the Sixth Floor.

Jenna never thought she would run into true love. Will John be the exception to her rule?Here is an excerpt.

When Jenna came through the
outer doors of her apartment building and stared at her belongings on the
sidewalk, the midday sun beating hot on her bare neck and shoulders, she stared
at her stuff, helpless. There was no way to do everything in one day, but she
never listened to her best friend. She placed her hands on her hips and bit her
lips. There were still many huge boxes on the street and she had to rush to take
her things up, to her new apartment.

The moment she looked upon her cramped apartment on the sixth floor, she
shook her head and seemed ready to give up. “How am I going to do this?” She
wondered.

Jenna had lost her courage. She missed the hugs and kisses, even though
her ex was scum, right now he was the better choice instead of being alone. She
had the absurd belief that she was fighting fate for her happiness. And that no
matter how hard she tried, she would fail.

And it was obvious that she was exhausted. Seven trips in and out of the
building, carrying her precious items were enough to steal her energy.
Meanwhile, the sun’s rays and the unexpected heat insisted on making her life
more difficult. The sweat kept running down her face while she needed something
to drink.

Although Jenna believed that it would be easy to move on to better and
more interesting experiences while dealing seriously with her personal needs
and with her life ignoring the nasty past, she couldn’t stop thinking about her
future and the decisions she had made. When she rolled her eyes and recalled
the strangest facts from her entire life, she changed her mind and stopped
having doubts about how her decisions would affect her living in the future.

She pulled her black
hair away from her face and rushed to fix the mess starting with the plastic
bags and then with the huge boxes. After a while, she took a deep breath, glanced upon her favorite
paintings and smiled.

Jenna was flirting with various emotions as her material world looked
like a huge mountain ready to fall apart. She looked behind her and waved at
the children who watched in silence and waited for her next move. But,
regardless of the hard day and the difficulties she had come across, Jenna
hadn’t regretted her decision to sell her house and move to a new place. It was
her chance to live her life the way she wanted and she didn’t have the least of
intention of stepping back.

It was an unusual and weird day as well (since the new beginning had
made her insecurities come up), but the worst experience of her life was over
and she was thrilled. Nothing could scare her, not
anymore.

Jenna seemed to enjoy the first day at her new neighbourhood. After two
hours of hard work she decided to take a break and she sat in her favorite
chair, staring at the children and the pedestrians who glanced at her
curiously.

“I will make it.” She loved saying to those who wanted to speak up, but
didn’t have the courage to open their mouths and talk. Jenna didn’t actually
care about what people would think because she was fine with herself.

“Good luck.” Some teenagers said as she was checking out her emails
using her cell phone.

“Thanks!”

Jenna started laughing. She had managed to get away from George, and now
that her daily nightmare had vanished, she was single and free to live her life
without her liar husband.

The nasty memory made her dark eyes focus on something else and the
colorful café stole her attention immediately. The smell of the donuts was
amazing and she couldn’t resist the guilty desire.

She didn’t waste her time; since
she needed a coffee and a donut, Jenna left everything behind and ran toward
the small café. The last days she was determined to change.

Author Bio

A.A Schenna was born on May 8, 1982 and currently lives with
his partner Maria in Athens,
Greece. As a
child, A.A dreamed of being a cardiac surgeon. Later, Schenna realized that
this was not what he wanted.

Writing has always been his greatest pleasure. When he
doesn’t write action, adventure, romance stories or anything else, he reads
everything.

Schenna admires all the writers he comes across and enjoys
talking about books and magazines.

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